IThe bottle is there for beating -Bobbing, cartwheeling through the foam,Embrittled by salty scratches,Abrased with sandy crackling.IIWhat was mighty oakIn conversation with the sky,Arguing with soily bosomIs now but castaway flotsam.IIIWind blown, water bloated,Chill filled, buffet broken,Hull struck, cracked and fractured,Wending down to ocean graveyard. Ellen MacArthur, English Sailor, was born today in 1976. Richard…